Zayn was dying.
He could feel it—his system lagging, breath faltering, pain flickering like corrupted pixels in his chest. The Revenant’s blade had pierced deeper than just flesh; it had sliced into a neural relay. Blood and code shimmered together, an unnatural mix of humanity and synthetic implant.
“Stay with me,” Yanyu pleaded, holding his face. Her hands shook—she never shook.
Zayn smiled faintly. “You’re glowing. Like a firewall goddess…”
“Stop talking,” she choked, forcing healing protocols to launch from her palm. The code surged into him, but the damage was deep.
And something worse loomed beyond the bunker walls.
Outside, the air turned sharp.
From the western horizon, three new Revenants approached. Unlike No-One, they wore pieces of armor—ceremonial, etched with blood sig
